r james sterzinger

Winter Crows (For Edgar And Patti) - Poem by r james sterzinger

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the white geese leave with hopewarmth, congeniality, of a return to better times.

I use to watch themflying in v patternsacross the skylooking for someeternal brightnesssomewhere

my October childhoodswere filled with the marvelof watching them fly over headof circling fieldsgreasing the night airwith their criesthen landing in those same fieldsand leaving again in the sunrisebut that is when I was youngand the world, younger still

the Canadian Honkershere in the citieshang around for steaming private poolsand hand outswhere is the marvel in that?

they bark at the skythey curse each other over circumstancerainbows and snowdriftsit's all the same to them

they tell me things...'death itself is a gourmet dinner! keep the look of acceptancein your eyes! go to hidden places to die! all is not right with the world! hang on! hang on! expect nothing more...'

so in winterwhile others stake their hopes to Christmas lightsand smilesor New Year's toasts and a tipsy woman'skiss, under the mistletoe....I stake my heart with the heart of a crow'sto survive, to survive, to survive